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A Seasoning of Scent
Each season wears the scent of its own seasoning
A signature perfume – wafting spice that beckons
Awakening
When my memories come out of hiding shadows
For misty autumn Sunday mornings when a bouquet
Of frying bacon and brewing coffee play tag
To rush up the stairs to look for dreamers missed by the dawn;
Titillating the deep recesses of amnesia
With a sachet of floral elegance
Gathered up in spring days of sweet Daphne’s mood
As apple blossom aromas drift on vernal billowing -
A lilac scented ballet and spring rain on dry earth
Or linen sheets dried on the line –
Alluring incense of roasting turkey or simmering stewpots
Rushing through icy nights of early twilight
When falling leaves give up their essence -
Aromatic balm, fanned by cinnamon and nutmeg,
Flavoring ambrosial apples
In teasing allure of fresh cut pine and fir –
Bayberry candles drifting invitation
To frolic through captivating potpourris
Of holiday cookies from the oven
Teasing from waiting anticipation
The smell of new fallen snow
Or bergamot’s balm on a winter afternoon
When hot cocoa memories sashay through recollections
Embossed in flashbacks of new mown grass
For the boys of summer or watching clouds
Bathed in tones of copper – wet dogs and towels
Sending up a strong whiff of summer
Fanned by salt spray remnants, barbecue grills
And ozone’s thundering incense –
The anamneses of dark chocolate to entice a lover’s heart
Drawing me back into a sacred aura
Elusive, unidentifiable, beckoning me with bouquet of grace
From the eternal perfumery
3-25-21
Contest: Favorite Scents
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
My husband acted like a complete jerk
had countless affairs with women at work
He wore spray on jeans which fit so tight
and aftershave called ‘Tonight’s the night’
I knew for sure that things weren’t right
as he’d hide his cell phone from my sight
I’d opened one of his credit card bills
he’d purchased boxes of Viagra pills!
Guess he used them with that busty floozy
the office temp, I think her name’s Suzie
One thing’s for certain, I have learned
hell hath no fury like a woman spurned
So I carefully plotted to get my revenge
and lure him in a ice tunnel at Stonehenge
Ice stalactites hung low from the ceiling
a brisk blow to his head left him reeling
With a stiletto sharp icicle I pierced his chest
as the ice melted, I knew there’d be no arrest
As there’s no evidence left to incriminate me
Yes, I’d got away with his murder … scot-free!
It was the perfect crime I’d expertly planned
I'm sure any scorned woman would understand!
N/a in Murder in the Tunnel Poetry Contest judged 2/12/21
Submitted to NA Poem From a February 2021 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
01/26/21
1st Place Winner
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
She flitted from flower to flower, and I thought she'd landed in my hair Perhaps the sweet-scented spray attracted her, this lady butterfly, so fair
Then, she flew to suckle the white jasmine blooms, on delicate wings I was mesmerized and felt my heart beats as if they were flutterings
Quite still I stood as she hovered before gently landing upon my finger Each flap of her beautiful velvety wings made me wish she would linger
Upon the morning's breeze she was carried until resting on a marigold I chased away a bumblebee who got near to her. I thought, "How bold!"
I watched the Monarch lay her eggs, each tinier than a mustard seed upon her well-chosen birthing place, a tender green leaf of milkweed
She hovered for a while longer, as if she pondered about her decision to leave her precious offspring, but she'd given them new life's provision
Food to eat when into little caterpillars they'd develop when hatched She'd done all she could to assure her eggs had been firmly attached
It was very intoxicating for me and of the experience I had to write about watching a butterfly do flyovers in my yard before taking flight
I admit having watched her as if she were dancing around me today kept me on the lookout for predators that might steal her eggs away
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2025
The steep steps go down
the winding wash,
along the plodded cobbles
between the cottages
with their smuggling hollows,
their sleet rinsed eaves.
Beyond the scarp
the bay tumbles over
shingle, shale, and scree
to a shore and its contesting tide.
Above my flying coat,
the huddled village
bobs and floats in a flooding cloud.
I could throw a stick
at the sea here
and the wind, like a dog
would fetch it,
elemental voices
return from the deep.
Now a chopping fray,
squabbles at a brim where
flurries of tern and guillemot
trawl for brill;
a pell-mell of light
roiling on a harrying spray.
Today, I allow myself to fail
here at the surging squall,
and crashing crests;
to lapse and founder -
to be redone in the one gulp
of self.
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This one was written a pretty long time ago,
but recently fiddled with.
Light is the breathless spray
Scattering the darkness,
Drenching the spirit with joy
Misting the heart in hope
Applying love to the soul who
Knows that this light, the light
That comes from Him…
Is a light that shines brighter
Than the greatest shimmering
Star or moon – it is more vibrant
Than the most brilliant hue
It arises in the heart of those who know
He is the answer – the way, the truth
The life who makes a way…
This is the light that falls
From the whisper of a sigh,
Who sounds like a celestial poem
Being read by a beautiful voice.
It is a light that reminds the heart
To believe in the wonder and magic
Peace that breaks through the darkness
Surrounding each one with amazement
This light is the inspiration that thrills
The very bones, the very core…
With an elation that quivers, an exhilaration
That trembles, dancing in secrets
Calming the troubled feelings, erasing
Every doubt with the uplifting promises
Ensuring every dream will find a way,
Every heart will make it through the pain,
Every soul will know what it means to….
Embrace the miracle of this glorious spark,
This whimsical, wistful mystery…
Abiding deep within the one who knows
This light covers the entire earth
With a music that abides inside the heart
Dancing to the flames of passionate thoughts
Who know that the light He provides
Is so beautiful and so good that only His love
Could possibly come close to being so astonishing
Light this attractive – light this electrifying
Is light that comes from the spirit of love
Light that falls across those who need to hear…
His love is here – His love is alive – His love will guide
Listen to the song of the light… God is love
And Love abides inside where I know – He shines!
Genesis 1:3 KJV: And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
Carnations Pure Love
Carnations
Of many rainbow radiant colors
Kiss of heavens fragrance
With a heavy, spicy floral aroma tinged by sweet dark honey
~
Carnations
Corsage around my wrist
My first prom I cannot wait
And, lose myself in your arms as we dance
Silence
Kiss on the check; Daddy says be back before midnight
~
Carnations
Garland crown around my head
Express love deepens in my heart for thee
Found my home in the sea of your love to carry me
For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part
A kiss on the lips on my wedding day and with you the rest of my life
~
Carnations
Ink on my abdomen
Strong arms encircles my waist
Fingers brush and take my breath away
A kiss of blooms not forgotten
Doors open and mountains moved
~
Carnations
Casket spray
Lullaby love of heaven you’re taken away from me
Amazing grace and sermon said
To say goodbye
~
Carnations
Of many rainbow radiant colors
Kiss of heavens fragrance
With a heavy, spicy floral aroma tinged by sweet dark honey
11/3/2015
did you think leaving me
would break me?
i wasn’t broken.
a soul is allowed to get
that much heated only once in
a life time
Was i hurt?
of course!
however, i prepared for it.
you were never mine in the first place,
just too many things reminding me of you,
most i can never let go of.
you gave me a piece that
put my writer’s block to sleep
that peach and passion fruit
tea makes me feel rejuvenated.
the chocolates?
i eat them whenever i get bored.
i still look at the empty christmas box
the only physical christmas gift i’ve gotten,
doesn't match
the rice my grandma makes on that day though.
The versace perfume?
i’ll spray it when i want to
feel you close to me.
the song we shared?
it makes me smile and dance still.
what do I do with troijaan and Kk.Y
you left in my dressing locker?
you gave me a name that
would make me think of you forever.
The way we made love
was intense and I hoped
there wouldn’t be a living
mark left behind
because I'd be forced to send it back.
i'm sad you left, I'm sad I left,
but instead of feeling bad,
i'm letting those good memories
Bring the best out of me.
from this day onwards
i’ll turn my pain into pen,
my hurts into hard work,
i won’t cry myself to sleep
or remember the words you said
I never believed them anyway.
because you were a tree with branches that
needed to harness.
i’ll write every beat of how i feel instead,
it’s okay to cry right?
that’s how i can heal.
i’m human and i’ll miss you
it’s not hurting so much though,
cause i knew this time would surface
just didn’t know it would be this soon.
i chose you from the start
i just wanted to be satisfied
and let go.
I didn’t want nothing more
but you did show me a little more
So I stayed a little longer.
i’ll cherish the fun times you made me smile
the bad moments? i won’t let them ruin it.
one of the best year i had.
spent 2 fighting like cats & dogs
we were both weird so I thought
we didn’t fit.
you said otherwise
I Agreed!
i didn't understand the conflict of interest
you meant but i’m sure it was just a means.
i understand hunny!
i’m used to detachment so i'm good.
be happy!
my pride won’t let me text
you so i'm storing it here.
In retro-wave glow, in twilight haze,
He rewinds the reel, lets static blaze.
Her voice returns like a phantom hymn,
Crooning of freedom, of shedding old skin.
Plaid jackets, cracked curbs, neon sighs—
They skated hard beneath pixel skies.
She was chaos, kohl-lined and cruel,
Spray-can dreams, a punked-out jewel.
Every scar a track, every slight a song,
She played it loud, dared the world to be wrong.
He watched her whirl like a comet unbound,
A canary in glass, too wild to be found.
And when she tapped his shoulder, said “Hello,”
The headphones split their worlds in stereo.
Her smile—an echo, her tape—divine,
Two rebels synced in magnetic time.
So let the boombox wail,
Let the vinyl crack and fail.
They’re dancing through the skips and hiss,
In every note, a stolen kiss.
No regrets, just sonic ghosts—
They haunt the chords they loved the most.
They dreamed of Saturn, of Parisian lagoons,
Of slaying monsters beneath twin moons.
She bled into ribbon, he into rhyme,
Together they bent the beat of time.
Now he’s grown, with plans and weight,
But presses play to recalibrate.
Does she linger in the hiss and hum?
A manifesto wrapped in drum?
Her voice still burns, her rhythm flies—
A spark beneath suburban skies.
So let the boombox wail,
Let the needle crack and flail.
They’re dancing through the skips and hiss,
In every note, a phantom kiss.
No regrets, just sonic ghosts—
They haunt the chords they loved the most.
She’s the flame in his cassette dream,
He’s the echo in her rebel scream.
Skateboards, static, cinnamon lips—
A love that lives in tape-deck skips.
So blast away the loneliness,
Let punk anthems cleanse the mess.
Like canaries in a coal mine song,
They warned the world, and still belong.
the garland braved the ocean’s crested might
a narrow surfboard bobbed in and out of sight
exotic waves welcomed currents and its spray
a feast of skill and courage at Waimea Bay
I tried it once but could not go the distance
fell off and had to swim despite my insistence
I looked towards land ahead and checked behind
hoped that strength stamina and luck were kind
gulped water from above and sand down beneath
surrendered prayed and touched the sacred wreath
a dolphin waved her fin and gave me a kind ride
the moral of the tale is you must check the tide
15th November 2020
This is a true story
Lay November Contest
Sponsor William Kekaula
Checked with Rhyme Zone
In the warmth of a summer sunset, I sat idle,
on the sea shore looking at the grey enormity
that heaved and swelled in turn.
Before me was the wild brutality of the sea!
Though at times she is calm and windless,
a smouldering volcano lies beneath her surface.
I sat away from the crowd in a cool square of quiet
inhaling the briny air, enjoying the foam and spray
My mind then was light as that of a child,
that plays on the sea shore, making sand castles.
I watched small boats carrying men.
They were heading towards the Casino moored in the inlet of the sea.
I felt those men were like flies lured by the flame.
They come either to perish or to prosper,
most of them go back with empty wallets!
My eyes stretched far into the horizon.
Swallows were circling beneath tangled clouds.
The tall masts of ships could be seen at a distance
and ever growing waves drifted and strayed
as the fabric of blue got continuously shredded.
For fun I scribbled my name on the sands,
but a wave came crashing against and washed it away
Was it here or there, I had scrawled my signature,
I don’t know. It has vanished leaving no trace.
Suddenly from a child, I grew into a sage.
How transient is man’s life on Earth
How very tiny we are set against the vastness of the sea
In the wide expanse of life, as on a sea shore,
we scribble our names to stay.
Alas! Some unknown hands wipe them away
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